Du Juan’s coffee shop is located on the commercial street and is located at the intersection. It is one of the best locations on the commercial street. A few steps eastward is the living area, so Fu Song is too lazy to drive and walks along the commercial street in the expert community.

Although the community has been built less than two years ago, the commercial street has first seen prosperity.

Coffee shops, bakeries, Su-style restaurants, retail shops, bookstores, cinemas, clothing stores, etc., except for the fewer types, they are similar to the commercial streets outside.

Of course, the operators of these shops are basically relatives of experts from East and East, which is also an invisible benefit for experts.

The last time I came here was before going abroad at the beginning of the year. It was cold and the grass and trees were withered. After a summer nourishment, the trees were shady and the flowers were lush.

Although it has been a week since the beginning of autumn, there has not been much autumn in Mucheng at this time, that is, the temperature is a little cooler in the morning and evening, and people still wear it like midsummer during the day.

This point happens to be during the morning rush hour at work. From the living area to the work area, you have to cross the commercial street. There are so many pedestrians on the road, some are rushing, some are leisurely and contented. From time to time, people ride motorcycles and bicycles flexibly shuttle among the crowd.

I have to admit that the young Soviet women are indeed delicious. They are all fair-skinned and beautiful, with long legs, bulging front and charming faces, and twisting their butts like drunk Xiaoqing, which makes Fu Song dazzled, and he only regrets that he has fewer pairs of eyes.

I came to Academician Barov's house familiarly, and the gate of the yard was closed.

The Academician's villas are made of copper gates to demonstrate their identity and status. In the middle of the gate is a fence with a fence, through which you can see the situation in the yard.

He was about to ring the doorbell when he suddenly heard Binner's cheerful cry.

Then Binna ran out of the room and rushed to the door. Her front paws skillfully opened the door latch, then opened a crack in the door and drilled out, jumping around Fu Song and screaming.

Fu Song was overjoyed and touched Binna's head and smiled: "You are still a conscience, much better than Jiji!"

Binner is a Norwegian hound, also known as the Dunke hound, and is also a famous dog. The most typical feature is that it has a pair of huge ears that droops and covers both sides of the neck.

Although Binna was given by Khokimirov and I don't know how much it is, the hunting dog that can be raised by the Soviet powerful will definitely not be much worse. In terms of value, it may not be lower than Gigi.

At least Binna is far more loyal than Jiji's ungrateful wolf!

Fu Song didn't treat himself as an outsider, closed the door and inserted it into the door bolt, and walked in while teasing Binna, "Najia, Anna?"

"Sir, are you here?" Alexandra walked out with Anna in her arms after hearing the movement, "Anna, look, who is here?"

As soon as he saw his daughter, Fu Song immediately felt that Binna was not as good as she walked quickly to Alexandra, looked at Anna like a porcelain doll, and stretched out her finger and touched her face.

Anna didn't hide, but just stared at Fu Song with two big black eyes curiously.

Alexandra laughed and said, "Sir, do you want to hug me?"

"Is that OK?" Fu Song and Anna only met a few times, for fear of annoying the little princess.

"Anna is very well-behaved." Alexandra put Anna on Fu Song's hand, "Look, I'm right."

Seeing that Anna was not only not crying, but also giggled. Her heart was immediately lost. She felt that the father and daughter were connected at this moment, and she couldn't help but hold her fat hand and kiss it again.

Alexandra looked at this scene and couldn't help but smile and said, "Sir, I'll call Najia and ask her to come back."

Fu Song wondered, "Where has Najia been?"

Alexandra said in surprise: "Don't you know? Naga opened a bar, which just opened last month and she went there to work every day."

Fu Song said in surprise: "The bar has already opened? I thought it would be good to open before the end of the year."

Alexandra said: "The drunkards have been urging them, and they wish they could sing and flute every night in the bar in the first half of the year."

"Do academician Balov often go to bars?" Fu Song knew that old man Balov was also an alcoholic, and he was too lazy to care about others, but he didn't dare to let him drink such a treasure as academician Balov.

Alexandra covered her mouth and laughed: "With Naga here, Academician Barov dare not be presumptuous. He can only drink at most one glass of wine every day."

Fu Song smiled gloatingly, and he could even imagine how depressed the old man was.

Unexpectedly, letting Barov accept Najia as his goddaughter not only solve Najia's identity problem, but also such an unexpected surprise.

He wished that Barov could live a hundred years long, otherwise he would be sorry for his efforts. With Najia accompanying him, the old man would definitely live for ten or eight years.

Anna just celebrated her first birthday last week. Not only can she call her father, but she can also stagger and walk independently.

Her appearance is also more beautiful than when I saw it last time. Her towering nose bridge, deep eye sockets, slender eyelashes, slightly bent black hair, and an egg white face. Although he felt that his daughters were all little beauties, Anna inherited all the advantages of Najia's facial features and was undoubtedly the most beautiful daughter, no doubt.

Fu Song lay on the carpet and rode Anna as a horse, while Binna followed her. Whenever she saw Anna falling off, she would put her head on her little butt with the dog's head and send her back to Fu Song's back.

Two people, one big and one small, and one small, and they had a lot of fun.

Suddenly, Binna pricked up her ears, turned around and ran out, "Woom wool!"

Anna immediately pointed to the door and said, "Mom."

Fu Song looked up and smiled and said, "You little villain, you actually lied to your father."

Anna slid down from Fu Song's back and ran out staggeringly. Seeing this, Fu Song quickly got up and chased after him, "Oh, my aunt, run slowly!"

Before he could run to the door, he heard a burst of rapid footsteps, and then Najia rushed in.

"Mom!" Anna looked at Najia with a confusion. In the past, every time her mother came home, the first thing she did was to pick herself up and give herself a kiss. Why didn't she not today?

Najia ignored Anna's call, staring at Fu Song with blue eyes, "Sir, you are back!"

"I just arrived home yesterday afternoon." Fu Song stretched out his hand to grab her hand, but Najia threw herself into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, and said in a resentful tone: "Why are you back!"

Fu Song knew that whatever he said at this moment would look pale and powerless, so it would be better to just chew it on his mouth.

"Woo woo..." Najia hit him twice, and then she became soft.

Anna raised her face curiously, puzzled, why did her mother fight with the man named Dad?

Alexandra had great eyesight and quietly walked over and took Anna away.

This was the first time Najia kissed her in front of an outsider. She closed her eyes tightly with shame, but she couldn't bear to push him away and "Go to my room."

Fu Song said deliberately: "Now? This is not very good, right? No, I have to accompany Anna."

"You really hate it!" Najia no longer cared about shyness and jumped gently, her two strong and powerful thighs were crossed around his waist, and the corner of her eyes said, "Do you know I miss you very much, I even dreamed of it!"

Fu Song asked with a smile: "Where do you think?"

Najia lay in his ear and said word by word: "There is no place on his body that doesn't miss you!"

After all the words were said, Fu Song would not be polite to her. He carried her upstairs, came to her boudoir, and threw her onto the bed.

...

"How did you maintain your figure?" Fu Song was very curious. Why did Najia have no trace of giving birth to a child? "What are the tricks?"

After a year of postpartum recovery, her figure has recovered as before, her lower abdomen is flat, without a trace of fat, and even stretch marks have disappeared. Whether visually or tactilely, it is impossible to tell that she is already a mother of a child.

Liang Xi couldn't do it. After giving birth to Fu Shengyuan, his belly looked loose and his butt was not as full as before giving birth. After giving birth to Fu Xiaofei, not only did his figure become distorted, but he was greatly affected by sexual intercourse.

Although she later found a postpartum rehabilitation trainer for her from the United States and she recovered well, he is still worried that the old habit will recur after she gave birth to this child.

Najia narrowed her eyes with satisfaction and said, "What's the trick? After Anna was born, I was the same as usual. I should eat and sleep, and it was not like that. If I had to say something, it might be that I was young."

Fu Song then remembered that when she first met Najia, she had not celebrated her seventeenth birthday. She was only nineteen years old this year, and she was just graduating from her freshman year and not even entering her sophomore year.

The sophomore student girl..., Oh my god, I'm so fucking young!

Compared with her, she was just an old pine bark, and Liang Xi was just an old aunt.

She was 17 years apart from Liang Xi and 14 years apart from herself!

When Liang Xi was seventeen years old, she had been in the countryside for two years. She was in the second grade of junior high school at the age of fourteen and could solve the one-yuan equation. At that time, she was a cell...

If it were in ancient times, fourteen-year-old men could get married, and some of them had become fathers. Thinking of this, Fu Song felt that he was such an evil devil!

But immediately he threw his guilt out of the sky again, because it was so good to be young!

In the past, he regarded "I don't know that my aunt is good at young people and mistakenly regarding girls as treasures", so he only likes older and mature women.

Hu Qingmei, who is solemn and serious in front of him, charming and slutty behind him, Liang Xi, who exudes the appearance of a goddess, Tianye, Xiao Zhumei, who is pure on the outside and hot on the inside, has the advantages of combining scandals and beauty, Dai Liang, a dream lover in college.

These people are all over thirty years old, and Hu Qingmei is nearly forty years old this year. Even his favorite lover Chu Linlin is 28 years old this year.

Now he thinks that the young girl is actually quite interesting. If you have to find an excuse for this, it may be aesthetic fatigue.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing his gaze so hot that it seemed as if he was about to swallow himself, Najia quickly pulled over and blocked his gaze.

Fu Song smiled and said, "I was wondering, how could you be so beautiful? You have such a good figure!"

"Really?" Najia felt shy and a little happy, "If I remember correctly, this is the first time you have praised me."

"Impossible!" Fu Songya denied, "It must be you remembered wrongly! Well, it must be you remembered wrongly!"

Najia burst out laughing, bit her lip and said in a charming tone: "I'll dance for you?"

"Okay." Fu Song's eyes lit up, "I haven't watched you dance for a long time."

Najia immediately got up and said, "Then I'll go change my clothes."

"What clothes do you want to change!" Fu Song grabbed her and said with a smile: "Just jump like this."

"How can this work!" Najia was both ashamed and angry, but when she looked at Fu Song's longing eyes, her tone couldn't help but soften, "I..., I'll try it."

After the initial unnaturalness, Najia quickly entered a state, like a white deer, dancing in front of the bed, spinning, squatting, leaping in the air, flipping...

Fu Song was dry and his mouth was dry. If he jumped down, he would have a nosebleed!

Jump out of the bed, carry her up, and throw her back onto the bed.

Najia was very satisfied with Fu Song's reaction. She lay on the bed with her cheeks in her hands, and her eyes were circling at him, "Oh, I haven't finished jumping yet, giggle..."

Fu Song and Najia were hanging out in the room all day, not even having lunch. It was not until the evening when Academician Balov came home from get off work that they hurried out.

When Academician Barov saw their untidy clothes, he didn't know what the two of them had done. He glared at Fu Song and said, "You actually stole my baby granddaughter while I was not at home! How do you think you should compensate me? You must have two drinks with me tonight!"
To be continued...